by Madison
Four years ago, a feeding tube was carefully threaded through my nose, esophagus, and stomach to deliver 26 vital nutrients. At the same time, my mind wrestled with feelings of betrayal from the attending physicians.
Seen as a last-resort medical intervention, this feeding tube was an attempt to sustain my failing body. My stomach rumbled.
For 25 years, my eating disorder (ED) symptoms raged, leading to this first inpatient stay. I was battling a psychological disorder that had taken over my mind and body, manifesting in an obsession with food, weight, and body image—disrupting my daily life and … Read more...








